Art Is The Accomplice Of Love.

Intelligence, That Sublimation Of The Sensibility, That Organ Of The Need To Know, Is Sterilized Sensibility.

Thinking Is Hard Work. One Can't Bear Burdens And Ideas At The Same Time

Knowledge Has Its End In Itself, Apart From Any Idea Of Life And Propagation Of The Species.

The Ever-present Phenomenon Ceases To Exist For Our Senses. It Was A City Dweller, Or A Prisoner, Or A Blind Man Suddenly Given His Sight, Who First Noted Natural Beauty.

Most Men Who Rail Against Women Are Railing At One Woman Only.